I don't think I've mentioned Miki, who was our black and white cat, smart, loving, and kind of smallish. She had a real hatred of dogs - don't know why, except that dogs and cats in Japan didn't seem to get along as they do here in the US. One of her favorite occupations was to sit and lie in wait on our outside staircase for Daisy to come by - Daisy was a neighbor's Doberman pincher, a sweet, skinny, loving, harmless not-very-alert dog who often came by looking for scraps, and who seemed to be forever pregnant or nursing. As Daisy came sauntering through, Miki would dive onto her back, holding on and digging in, until Daisy managed to shake her off. Not sure what Miki got out of doing this - maybe she was establishing her territory, but poor Daisy never did learn to avoid Miki, and Miki never learned to stop attacking her for all the time we lived in Berrick Hall.
Otherwise, Miki was a sweet animal. She followed us around like a puppy, produced several litters of kittens, and was a terrific mouser, the main reason the Japanese seemed to keep cats. She was a good teacher, bringing home stunned half-eaten mice and showing her little ones the tricks of effective torture and eating of rodents. Once she managed to eat what was probably rat poison and almost died, but Miki eventually recovered.
When we left Japan, we unhappily needed to leave Miki behind. She had just had a litter and we luckily found a good home with people who took in her entire family. We learned later on that Miki left her new home and kittens, apparently looking for us, and was gone for many days. She eventually went back to her kittens, bedraggled and thinned out, and from then on resumed her parenting, and presumably adjusted to her new home.
So - I guess I don't have a magical-place memory as requested by Peter, but this is as close as I can get.